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The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,

Maid of Athens, ere we part,
Give, oh give me back my heart
Or, since that has left my breast,
Keep it now, and take the rest
Give, oh give me back my heart
Or, since that has left my breast,
Keep it now, and take the rest

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:

Oh
did those eyes, instead of fire, With bright, but mild affection shine:
Though they might kindle less desire, Love, more than mortal, would be thine
For thou art form'd so heavenly fair, Howe'er those orbs may wildly beam,
did those eyes, instead of fire, With bright, but mild affection shine:
Though they might kindle less desire, Love, more than mortal, would be thine
For thou art form'd so heavenly fair, Howe'er those orbs may wildly beam,

Strahan,
Tonson,
Lintot of the times, Patron and publisher of rhymes, For thee the bard up Pindus climbs, My Murray
To thee, with hope and terror dumb, The unfledged MS
Tonson,
Lintot of the times, Patron and publisher of rhymes, For thee the bard up Pindus climbs, My Murray
To thee, with hope and terror dumb, The unfledged MS

The roses of love glad the garden of life, Though nurtured 'mid weeds dropping pestilent dew,
Till time crops the leaves with unmerciful knife, Or prunes them for ever, in love's last adieu
In vain, with endearments, we soothe the sad he...
Till time crops the leaves with unmerciful knife, Or prunes them for ever, in love's last adieu
In vain, with endearments, we soothe the sad he...

There was a sound of revelry by night,
And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men
A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous...
And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men
A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous...

To Ianthe:
Not in those climes where I have late been straying,
Though Beauty long hath there been matchless deem'd;
Not in those visions to the heart
Not in those climes where I have late been straying,
Though Beauty long hath there been matchless deem'd;
Not in those visions to the heart

I
Our life is two-fold:
Sleep hath its own world,
A boundary between the things
Our life is two-fold:
Sleep hath its own world,
A boundary between the things

Remember thee
remember thee
Till Lethe quench life's burning stream Remorse and shame shall cling to thee, And haunt thee like a feverish dream
Remember thee
remember thee
Till Lethe quench life's burning stream Remorse and shame shall cling to thee, And haunt thee like a feverish dream
Remember thee

Huzza
Hodgson, we are going, Our embargo's off at last; Favourable breezes blowing Bend the canvass o'er the mast
From aloft the signal's streaming, Hark
the farewell gun is fir'd; Women screeching, tars blaspheming, Tell us that ou...
Hodgson, we are going, Our embargo's off at last; Favourable breezes blowing Bend the canvass o'er the mast
From aloft the signal's streaming, Hark
the farewell gun is fir'd; Women screeching, tars blaspheming, Tell us that ou...

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There is a mystic thread of life So dearly wreath'd with mine alone,
That Destiny's relentless knife At once must sever both, or none
There is a Form on which these eyes Have fondly gazed with such delight—-By day, that Form their joy su...
That Destiny's relentless knife At once must sever both, or none
There is a Form on which these eyes Have fondly gazed with such delight—-By day, that Form their joy su...

Of all the barbarous middle ages,
Which is most barbarous is the middle
Of man; it is--I really scarce know what;
But when we hover between fool and sage,
Which is most barbarous is the middle
Of man; it is--I really scarce know what;
But when we hover between fool and sage,

When I dream that you love me, you'll surely forgive; Extend not your anger to sleep;
For in visions alone your affection can live,-- I rise, and it leaves me to weep
Then,
Morpheus
For in visions alone your affection can live,-- I rise, and it leaves me to weep
Then,
Morpheus

'O lachrymarum fons, tenero
Ducentium ortus ex animo;
Felix
in imo qui
Ducentium ortus ex animo;
Felix
in imo qui